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I just woke up from a funny dream.
I went to India, alone. I think some Indian kid was leading me around. Someone I knew back in India, but I can't remember who. I made it off the airplane OK, but I had to hurry and get to where I was staying because...for some reason, the water level was rising(???) and I needed to make it out of that part of town, I think. Which is WEIRD, because where I stayed in India...it was the desert. I remember it flooding once the entire time we were there, and that was only during the monsoon, and even then it didn't endanger any houses I don't think....I think it was basically like one big puddle.
But yeah, so I found John, one of our old friends there, and he and the Indian guy (Abishek, maybe?) took me to the train station, and I was struggling with my bags so I could get to my money and get a train ticket from the machine (dude, this isn't India, I don't know why my subconscious insisted it was). A beggar girl timidly bothered me, but I ignored her, and she left me alone. I think she didn't even touch me...
Oddly enough, right before I was about to pay for my ticket, a man walked over and gave me his without any explanation. Just "here". I turned to John and asked "Is this legit?" and he said "Yeah" so I ran into the train a few moments before it was going to leave.
But wait! Oh no! I'd left a bag or two by the ticket machine, and my freakishly huge Edward Elric plushie was there, too! So I gasped and ran off the train--the Indian kid disappeared and John just sort of sat there and watched stupidly--and struggled to gather all my bags before the train left...
And then Mom randomly showed up (who, I think, I'd previously only talked to through e-mail) and chipperly said "Hi!" and I said hi back, and she said she'd better let me go off by myself, but I said "nonono, come with me, come with me! Besides, [Indian friend of ours which I don't want to post full name of] will be there, and I'm sure he'll want to see you again, too!" So I grabbed her hand (still holding all of my bags and the Ed plushie) and dashed off through the train to sit down next to John.
I woke up smiling.
That was sort of odd...that's the first time I've had a dream about going to India and I wasn't sad or upset about it. XDDDD Although there's all sorts of crazy imagery in that. First of all, I've never seen India quite that clean. Unless I was in a resort or something, but I'm pretty sure I was actually running around New Delhi or some other city.
And then, what's with all the baggage? I want to be independant but I have too much baggage? Is that what you're telling me, subconcious? And the Ed plushie, what, I carry around my fandoms? (I can't wait/dread/am curious about the new FMA tv series?) And why didn't anyone offer to carry my bags??
Why did a stranger give me a ticket?
Why in the world did that beggar girl not do anything? What is this, the theme park version of India?
Come to think of it, the train was like the one we have in the Denver airport...
And what's with Mom suddenly showing up? Wasn't she in America?
...Maybe this is why I normally forget my dreams, I question them too much. Funny, though. Not a bad dream. I was having fun.
I went to India, alone. I think some Indian kid was leading me around. Someone I knew back in India, but I can't remember who. I made it off the airplane OK, but I had to hurry and get to where I was staying because...for some reason, the water level was rising(???) and I needed to make it out of that part of town, I think. Which is WEIRD, because where I stayed in India...it was the desert. I remember it flooding once the entire time we were there, and that was only during the monsoon, and even then it didn't endanger any houses I don't think....I think it was basically like one big puddle.
But yeah, so I found John, one of our old friends there, and he and the Indian guy (Abishek, maybe?) took me to the train station, and I was struggling with my bags so I could get to my money and get a train ticket from the machine (dude, this isn't India, I don't know why my subconscious insisted it was). A beggar girl timidly bothered me, but I ignored her, and she left me alone. I think she didn't even touch me...
Oddly enough, right before I was about to pay for my ticket, a man walked over and gave me his without any explanation. Just "here". I turned to John and asked "Is this legit?" and he said "Yeah" so I ran into the train a few moments before it was going to leave.
But wait! Oh no! I'd left a bag or two by the ticket machine, and my freakishly huge Edward Elric plushie was there, too! So I gasped and ran off the train--the Indian kid disappeared and John just sort of sat there and watched stupidly--and struggled to gather all my bags before the train left...
And then Mom randomly showed up (who, I think, I'd previously only talked to through e-mail) and chipperly said "Hi!" and I said hi back, and she said she'd better let me go off by myself, but I said "nonono, come with me, come with me! Besides, [Indian friend of ours which I don't want to post full name of] will be there, and I'm sure he'll want to see you again, too!" So I grabbed her hand (still holding all of my bags and the Ed plushie) and dashed off through the train to sit down next to John.
I woke up smiling.
That was sort of odd...that's the first time I've had a dream about going to India and I wasn't sad or upset about it. XDDDD Although there's all sorts of crazy imagery in that. First of all, I've never seen India quite that clean. Unless I was in a resort or something, but I'm pretty sure I was actually running around New Delhi or some other city.
And then, what's with all the baggage? I want to be independant but I have too much baggage? Is that what you're telling me, subconcious? And the Ed plushie, what, I carry around my fandoms? (I can't wait/dread/am curious about the new FMA tv series?) And why didn't anyone offer to carry my bags??
Why did a stranger give me a ticket?
Why in the world did that beggar girl not do anything? What is this, the theme park version of India?
Come to think of it, the train was like the one we have in the Denver airport...
And what's with Mom suddenly showing up? Wasn't she in America?
...Maybe this is why I normally forget my dreams, I question them too much. Funny, though. Not a bad dream. I was having fun.